How Can We Do This?

Wishing for one thing,
Wanting another,
Conflicting aspirations collide and shatter
Any hope left inside this beaten soul,
A kiss in the rain left behind more pain than joy,
It brought more confusion than before,
A hole is being dug,
Deeper, deeper, deeper we go,
Hoping the end will bear the future we want,
While also knowing that this is impossible,
Her hazel green eyes are a respite from the unknown,
Holding her in my arms brings a feeling of safety,
Yet I know the arrangement is temporary,
Because restrictions of our working class make it so,
Now we need to make a choice,
Do we take a chance and end in enforced departure?
Or do we play it safe and not try at all,
Leaving us with that feeling of eternal regret?

How do we make such a choice?

Hiding

Thinking about a lot of things,
Thoughts rushing around my head,
Wondering where the answer’s will come from,
Will they come when I’m dead?

Heart beats ferociously,
Filled with both love and hate,
Love is what I want to triumph,
Right now, it’s nothing more than bait…

I need reassurance to stand up,
I need to know to be brave,
If I know she feels the same,
Maybe my heart I can save…

It is being overcome by everything,
My soul is succumbing to shadow,
What I want is slipping away,
Searching deeper is a no-go…

Time is running out,
The chance for answers has long disappeared,
Now the questions begin to fade too,
Something I have long feared…

While they start to fade,
An escape route begins to open,
Circular and constricting,
Its use is contemplated by all men…

The time has come to fly,
Running is easier than fighting,
Working to save my heart is hopeless,
Already, I feel it tightening…

Time to enter permanent hiding…

What Have We Become?

What have we become?
Revolutionaries without a cause,
A voice box with no voice,
Willingly accepting every enforced pause,
An army with no allegiance,
A nation with no leader,
A country with no direction,
Welcoming all who are poor,
Parasites on those around us,
Advocating things not crucial,
Claiming reverence for traditions dead and gone,
When the truth is we’re all just superficial,
A land with no king,
Filled with people who are fake,
We constantly take one step forward and two back,
We attempt progress for progress’s sake,
We hide behind Catholic doctrine,
Claiming it brings us salvation,
Everyone refuses to admit
That this is an act of desperation,
Our laws contradict one another,
Yet we obey them as if they’re gospel,
This is an act of ignoring the truth,
That our country is just a giant hostel,
We once fought with good reason,
Now we fight blindfolded,
Keeping the peace in places with no connection,
Ignoring everything previously unfolded,
This enforced blindness will ruin us all,
It will take away what we won before,
We will become small pawns in a giant game,
Before being obliterated by a thoughtless war…

We can stop ourselves from being blown apart…
We can make sure we don’t disintegrate into nothing…
But first we must realise where the true fight lies…
And stop firing blindly at the help that’s coming…

(this is one of my first attempts at writing a poem about a current issue - and I think it remains one of only a few such attempts, which isn't a surprise when looking at this attempt at covering the Lisbon Treaty).

Finding the Right Steps

I listen to it because I relate to it,
I relate to it because I wrote it,
I wrote it because I felt it,
I felt it and still feel it everyday,
Time has moved on,
My heart has not,
It still pines for the affections
Of those out of reach…

I constantly find myself wrapped
Around the fingers of someone I feel for,
Yet they don’t wrap me around their fingers,
I wrap myself around them
In an attempt to become part of them,
In an attempt to see into their mind
So I can find out if anything could ever become of us,
In an attempt to avoid potentially fatal landmines…

Stepping in the wrong place could end us…
Writing to get inside is the only way of finding the right steps…

Anything and Everything

A chance to be happy,
A chance to bring happiness,
The searching is over,
The search was worth the effort,
She is above all who came before,
She is above my level,
Yet still she wants me,
Yet still she thinks I’m good enough,
When we kiss, everything stops,
When we kiss, our stomachs flip,
Holding each other feels like safety,
Holding each other is all we want to do,
Time moves too slow when not with you,
Time moves too fast when I’m graced by you,
Every moment spent isn’t wasted,
Every moment spent flouts authority,
We don’t care about consequences now,
We just care that we’ve found each other…

And that we can share anything and everything…